The Stench Of Chickenshit
Does not deter a hungry fox ...
I grew up on a small working farm. We raised cows and pigs, and every spring a truck from the local hatchery would pull up and deliver 300 new baby chicks. They would get started in the building at the top left, because it had a propane heater and chicks need it warm. We’d build a little corral by stapling boxes together, put down a lot of straw, and there were three or four infrared lamps. You could reach the waterers and feeders from the side.
When they got big enough to be let into the yard during the day, they’d move to that building on the upper right. No heater, but it had nest boxes on the walls, and a hinged framework for the birds to roost. When it was time to clean the building, a lucky boy (always me because my brother had terrible allergies) would lift that roost and attach it to a chain that dangled from the ceiling.
Chicken droppings stick together, so you stab with a pitchfork, get your weight on the fork to make it sink in, then lean on it until there’s a *sproing* and crap goes flying everywhere. If a chunk hits the nesting box it’ll startle whatever birds are in there, and they explode out the door, raising a huge cloud of dust. The ammonia smell is literally eye watering.
That building is brick on a concrete foundation. It had a predecessor that used to sit beside the building with the white roof at the lower left, a rickety wooden thing. The first year we had chickens it was a small batch, only a couple dozen. There were openings, a fox got in, and while they might eat A bird, but they’ll kill the lot of them. That process was detected and interrupted by our black labrador, but a third of the flock perished.
The ammonia smell and dust did not deter the little red fox, and chickenshit behavior like this from Jeff Bezos is not going to deter Trump …
The farm cure(s) for a fox with undue interest in domestic fowl involve an excitable farm dog, an excitable farm boy with a sling shot, and an annoyed mother who was handy with a Remington 870 shotgun. Lil red escaped with her prize, but the survivors got the sturdy brick building that very day.
I think what I’m seeing all these Millennial and Zoomer girls doing, ably led by Beyonce & Ms. Swift, is the same thing I saw with my mom - pressing a couple 2 & 3/4” shells into the tube magazine, then racking the slide. Hopefully Momala and Uncle Tim will find our democracy some sturdier protection … and that’s a good thing, because we obviously can’t count on the corporate media to do their duty as the 4th Estate.
